"Arven--?"

The AI turned quickly, hearing that swear, but far more concerned about how Arven's vital signs dropped.

He reached out--

...Tried to reach out with his free hand, on what he could only call an instinct, but his arm was completely loose and unmoving.

Right. He hadn't updated his system yet to recall he couldn't use it anymore.

So instead he shoved the remote back into his pocket, and grabbed hold of the young man's shoulder with his good hand, trying to help steady him.

"--I apologize for shocking you. Are you alright?"